pulling the tides
by the gentle flick of a wrist.
an ocean,
she nutures,
covers,
creates...
the sentient beings admire her shimmer.
i am awestruck,
a mere mortal.
the beauty of it all--
her presence
motions the suns
set and rise,
set and rise.
NB @ 10:01 AM
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